#if they were a song they’d be put on loop immedoately

[26nine]

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

You can say it’s just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck)

Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)

There’s also

Ooh, and when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

With your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wife

And when you think about me all of those years ago

You’re standing face to face with “I told you so”

You know I hate to say it, “I told you so”

You know I hate to say it, but, “I told you so”